Luyện nghe bài hát Y'All Know the Name featPharoahe Monch, Xzibit, Inspectah Deck & Skillz

"Uh.uh.uh.baby!"

"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the track with hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"You out there?" "Louder!"

Monch}
This is masterful, classical, wax, imperial tactics
shit I master, traps that collapse backwards
All area access, passes without
Hit em, then I'ma on em and spit on em, and send faxes
Maximum (uh) not the minimal
The oratal chop like Florida Seminole
Subliminal raps which make criminals act
Instrumental in creatin the pinnacle rap shit
Got Braxton lookin women collapsin
My beats get feet to steppin like Fast Actin
Dominant conference like actin
Backslap rap actors to get a reaction
My venom tennaments up then I'ma wreck shit
Then I'ma flip, administer on this next shit
Deejays collect tips from them then hit the
at they show the front row, usually gettin
The X shit...

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The forever gon' win. you out there?"

Yeah yo, uh-huh, yeah, it
You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle
Any attempts at my stuff and I'm fuckin you up
I'm sick of shit winnin, nigga yo' rhymes ain't rockin
The good life is a bitch, seem like cop blockin
The shotclock is out, gunnin out the police
I crack the teeth of any nigga beef
Masterpiece, X-Ecutioners,
Any problems, to Los Angeles and ask for me

Deck}
Yo castastrophe, none can match me, nasty
Manually smash ya
assault and battery
Sparatically blast at the capacity crowd and cause
Street savy, blast me out the Navi'
Groupie chick wish she have me
XE in back of me, hit a daquiri
Accurately, ya don't grab me, ya skills still

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track with hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Louder!"
"X-Ecutioners" "Stabbin the track... the track"
"...with hands"

I got my man Roc Raida on the and cut
Rob where you at son, the "What What"
Sinister make em - now we to go
Last but not least, eclipse (Whatchu don't know?)
I got a question, who can see him? I don't
But whatever I play, you know that Skillz gon'
Shit we the feat, you can't bring us (what)
could crap if y'all was doin that shit with eight fingers
Come on black, we in the Hall of
Got ya in our crib on the Wall of Shame
I expect to wanna murder me (what)
Cuz when we open up and start cuttin, you you was in surgery
You see the X?
Here's on-offs nigga take yo' ass back to doin parties
better off if somebody shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ

"Ya.ya.y'all the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin the track both hands. together"
"The fall. you out there?" "Fifty in the stands"
"X-Ecutioners" "Ya.ya.y'all the name"
"Stabbin the with both hands. together"
"The fall. gon' win" "You out there?" "Louder!"
"Y'all the name"

*Redman's vocal dog